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ageless_aislynn
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten/Donna
Summary: Donna has managed to save both herself and her memories but in doing so, has she bitten off more than she...and the Doctor...can chew? An alternate end to "Journey's End."
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2,925
Spoilers: Up to 4x13 "Journey's End"
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
Beta: The fantabulousmistojen ♥! *mwah!* ♥!
A/N: So sorry for the delay between chapters! Life just got crazy/hectic this past week. :( ♥!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
"Then he comes bursting in on me while I'm in the shower, can you believe it?" Donna said. "And he's all, 'I've got it! I've got it!' So what else could I do but give it to him? My loofah, that is!"
She mimed a whack with a big sponge and the hallway lights twinkled, a faint wisp of whale song drifting down.
"Donna? Who are you talking to?" the Doctor asked, coming around the corner.
"The TARDIS, of course," she said, patting the wall. "I feel terrible that I've been ignoring her all this time. I just wish I could understand her."
"Give it time," he said, smiling. "She must've liked your story; I think she walked you in a circle three times. I was beginning to wonder if you'd fallen in a hole."
"So what's this breakthrough you've had?" she asked. "You know, the one that couldn't wait until I was out of the shower?"
He automatically rubbed the bridge of his nose, but even the memory of getting a face full of soapy loofah didn't detour his good humor. "C'mon, I'll show you!"
As he loped down the hallway, she noticed he was barefoot. What in the world is he up to?
He bounded through the next doorway and spun about with his arms extended. "You haven't seen the gardens, have you? Aren't they brilliant?"
Dark gray-green grass, as thick and lush as expensive carpet, extended in all directions, broken only by a narrow, gray stone bench. In the distance was a tall line of trees with an expanse of bright, multi-colored flowers dotting the landscape in between. The air was lightly perfumed and the ersatz sky overhead was a bright powder gray uniformly lit by an unseen silver sun.
"It's lovely," she said. "But what does it have to do with anything?"
"I was setting the coordinates for Velska in the year 40-slash-44-slash-902-ampersand-1; an incredible era, everything's run by a complicated system of levers and pulleys. You can turn a crank the size of your thumb--" he waggled a digit in demonstration "--and move a mountain. Imagine that, moving a mountain with your thumb! 'Course there's really not much call for moving mountains, despite all of the sayings. 'Love can move mountains,' 'climb every mountain' -- well, that one not so much--"
"Doctor!"
"Levers, Donna," he said like it was the most fantastic concept imaginable. He undid his tie and tossed it in the direction of the stone bench, then started working on the buttons of his dark blue jacket. "Leverage and balance can give a smaller object the ability to overcome a larger one."
"Leverage and balance," she repeated, watching as he took off his jacket and sent it sailing in the direction of his tie. "Is there a reason why you're stripping down?"
"I'm bigger and stronger than you," he continued on like she hadn't spoken, unbuttoning the cuffs of his white shirt and rolling up his sleeves. "You couldn't so much as even stagger me--"
She tackled him.
"You were saying?" she asked, after she'd planted him square on his back in the grass. "Bigger and stronger, my foot!"
She had a split-second to note the gleam in his eyes before he rolled them over and grinned down at her. She put her palms flat to his chest and shoved, expecting to lift a skinny thing like him easily.
"Told you," he said after letting her struggle fruitlessly for a few seconds. "You need something to tip me off balance or something to give you leverage before you... Blimey, you're beautiful."
And then he was kissing her.
She intended to twist away because Hello? Head will explode! but instead she found she was carding her fingers through his wild, impossibly irresistible hair.
He stroked her breast in the most amazing way, making her bow her back and gasp into his mouth. Then he caressed his way down to the hem of her blouse, sliding his hand smoothly under it before retracing his path. She shivered at the delicious sensation.
His tongue swept against hers in a distinct pattern, as if he were writing something there in his native language, a symbol she wanted to understand but which eluded her grasp. In a heated rush, she needed more. More of his skin, which left her scrabbling blindly, pulling the back of his shirt partly free from his trousers. More of him crowding into her head, which was strange because her head already felt too full, too hot...
He suddenly straightened with a strangled noise then flopped over onto his back, twitching like he'd just grabbed hold of a live wire.
"Doctor? Doctor!" she said in alarm, scrambling to him. Her hands hovered, not sure whether touching would make things better or worse.
He abruptly sat up. "Just a little post-hypnotic suggestion," he said, clicking his tongue and winking at her. "Lets me know when I cross the line."
"What, like one of those dog collars? Fido steps through the invisible fence and gets a zap?"
"Rather like that, yeah," he said with the mad grin that meant he thought he'd done something incredibly clever.
She socked his arm.
"Ow! What was that for?" He cradled the offended body part, looking supremely wounded.
"You scared me to death," she said, shaking a finger at him as she sat back. "I thought you were about to regenerate into an electric eel!"
"Oh, sorry." A naughty gleam appeared in his warm brown eyes and his voice dropped seductively. "Let me make it up to you."
He reached for her but, at the last second, she jerked backwards, waggling a hand back and forth between them. "Um, flopping like a fish? Head exploding? How about we find some neutral corners and you give me a call on the Bat-phone, hm? I believe we left off at the letter R. Should we finish from there or just go crazy and start the alphabet over again?"
"R, as in 'reciprocate,'" he said, giving a hard pop to all of the consonants in the word. "S, as in 'seduction.' T, as in 'temptation.' U, as in 'you.'"
A flush of arousal rippled through her and she squirmed slightly. Oh, I'm not going to get hot every time I hear the alphabet, am I?
"The word 'you' doesn't start with the letter U, silly git," she said, struggling not to sound like she was suddenly visualizing ripping his shirt off and licking him like an ice cream cone.
"...open more," he concluded in a knowing tone.
"Wh-what?" she asked, realizing she'd missed most of his sentence. She shook her head, trying to halt the increasingly pornographic show unfolding in her imagination.
"We've stretched the mating bond open a bit more," he said with an indulgent expression. "Now it's able to flow in both directions."
"That's why I'm feeling this way?" she asked, tugging restlessly at her blouse. The need to feel his skin against hers pulsed and ached through her entire body, pushing out all other thoughts.
"What way is that?" he asked, though his heated expression and husky tone made it clear he already knew the answer and just wanted to hear her say it.
"Like I'm going to come apart if I don't throw you down in the next 5 seconds and shag you senseless." She didn't realize she was crawling towards him again until he leapt to his feet.
He hurried over to his discarded jacket, fishing his sonic screwdriver from one of the pockets and adjusting the settings. Then, to Donna's utter shock, he pointed it at his groin and activated it.
"What are you doing?" she exclaimed in horror. "I had a use for that, you know!"
"Believe me, I intend for you to make thorough use of it as soon as it's safe," he said, tossing the screwdriver haphazardly at his jacket on the ground again. "I fused my zip shut. Should buy us some wiggle room."
"Wiggling's good," she purred then slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. "Oi, I sound like you, all horny and desperate!"
"Thanks so much," he said drolly, helping her to her feet. Then he crossed to the stone bench, putting his hands behind his back as he straddled the end and looked at her expectantly.
"You want me to cuff you?" she asked more eagerly than she intended.
"Maybe later," he said, saucily waggling his eyebrows. He patted the bench behind himself, then rested the back of his hands against the seat, crooking his fingers suggestively.
Realization dawned in stages. "Oh, you naughty boy, you! Are you serious?"
He grinned. "You did me with your hands behind your back, after all. Least I could do is return the favor."
"Well, you're not getting in my pants," she said solemnly and his grin faded.
"Oh," he said, glancing away. "If you don't want to, of course, I'd never--"
"You're not getting in my pants at that angle," she said, giving him her own version of a maniac grin while toeing off her shoes. "So I'll just have to take them off!"
In quick order, her trousers went flying into the pile with his jacket and tie. She stalked towards him barefoot in just her blouse and white cotton knickers and he swallowed visibly.
She straddled the bench behind him and he moved his hands out of the way so she could scoot up until her breasts were pressed against his back. He made an appreciative noise as his hand blindly trailed down her body while the other gently kneaded her thigh.
"I'm starting to rethink this whole 'behind my back' aspect," he said. "I'm thinking that 'in front of my front' might also hold some appeal and--"
They both gasped his hand slid between her legs. She was so beyond ready that just that first simple contact made sweat break out across her forehead and in the deep valley of her cleavage. She rose up -- most of their height difference was negated by virtue of their position -- and reached around to unbutton his collar. Then tardily, she asked, "Can I undo you a bit?"
"You can undo me a lot," he said, pressing a loud, smacking kiss to her cheek as she bent over him.
"Nutter," she said fondly, going down the row of buttons on his shirt. The angle gave her an excellent view of the bulge disrupting the line of his trousers and, as she drew her nails lightly up through the soft-crisp hair on his chest revealed by her progress, the bulge twitched restlessly. She smiled.
She had trouble pulling the tails free of his trousers so to reach the lower buttons. He twisted and contorted, trying to give her easier access.
Then he fell off the bench.
For a moment, they just looked at each other in surprise. "Well," he said, "gravity's still working. Good to know."
"Oh, come here," she said, mock-exasperated and pulled him back to his feet. While he was facing her, she undid the rest of his shirt buttons then took advantage and gave in to an earlier impulse.
"Donna!" he gasped as she ran her tongue in a quick, wet line along his stomach.
"You have a belly button," she observed. "Wasn't sure if you would."
"So what exactly were you looking at on the other me, hm, if you didn't notice he had a...?" He seemed to lose track of his sentence as she hooked her fingers in his waistband and pulled him closer, circling his navel with her tongue. "I thought I was supposed to be the one with the licking fetish."
"Think I might've inherited it a bit when I got metacrisised," she said.
"'Metacrisised' isn't a word, you know-OH!"
His eyes briefly rolled back and she realized that at some point her hands had drifted down to stroke him through the blue pinstripes. Hm, I wonder just how fused this zip is? she was musing when he suddenly stepped back.
"No, this is you doing me again," he said breathlessly. "And it's my turn."
He swung back onto the bench, facing away as before. She started to protest that it clearly wasn't going to work like this, but as he slid back and ran his hand down along the inside of her knickers this time, the only sound she could make was a squeak.
She put her hands on his shoulders, feeling the play of muscles under his shirt as his cool fingers gently stroked her. For a skinny bloke, he was surprisingly solid.
"You know," he said contemplatively. "It's rather kinky to feel you without seeing you."
She chuckled since that had been her exact thought when the tables had been turned. As good as his hands felt, the one still softly questing about her oh-so-willing-and-ready womanhood and the other lightly drawing patterns on the outside of her left knee, it wasn't quite enough. She shifted, taking care to not move where he couldn't reach her, and draped over his shoulders, letting her hands explore his chest.
He hummed happily, rubbing his cheek against hers.
"Think you can...mmm...keep your balance this time?" she teased, rocking her hips in counterpoint as one finger slipped inside her. At the encouraging noise she made, a second soon followed.
"Tsk, I can balance on my... Oh, balance and leverage!" he exclaimed. "That's the key, Donna! If you push at exactly the right mental spot as the bond expands, you can knock the Time Lord energy -- that is, the energy that's my mind -- back as it tries to surge forward. I can control it after the bond is established, easy as pie. Though, technically, pie's really not easy. Have you ever tried to make a pie? It takes a very careful attention to detail and--"
She started sucking on his earlobe and his chatter spluttered to a halt. She filed that tidbit of information away for later use.
"I can't control the push of my mind into yours at that moment of release," he continued after drawing in a deep breath, "but you can. All you have to do is be perfectly balanced and apply the necessarily leverage and you'll survive that initial rush and be out of danger! I know you can do it. You're strong and clever and you've got me to help you and we'll practice and figure out the proper... proper... Oh my, that's an interesting sensation. It's like... I don't know how to describe it... What would you say it's like to you?"
"Harder, faster," she groaned.
"I don't know that that quite captures what I'm trying to--"
"Doctor!" she barked. "Harder, faster, now!"
"Ah, of course! Happy to oblige! That's... Ohhhh. It burns but in a good way, a really, really good way. Like pressure and tightness and it's... building and I... I just want... I want... I want more and more and... "
Under other circumstances, the pre-orgasm running commentary would've probably earned him a smack. At the moment though, she was lost, grinding and rubbing against him, and then he found just the right spot and...
She shouted a nonsense mish-mash of half-words then slumped against him, riding out the aftershocks. As she settled slowly down to the bench, he pulled his hand free and draped his arms over her knees, slouching and sagging back until he could rest his head against the front of her shoulder.
"You all right?" she asked breathlessly.
"Slightly deaf in one ear," he said, "but otherwise very, very content."
She petted his abused ear then let her arms fall across his chest again, holding him to her. Then, looking down the line of his body, she arched an eyebrow. "We came together?"
"Oh yes," he said. "Orgasmic energy is powerful. Even with an immature bond, it blasts through like the shockwave from a nuclear blast if we're in physical contact."
"So, every time it'll be simultaneous?"
"Once it's mature, we can learn to control it if we want. But for now, yes, it's a packaged deal. You go, I go, and vice versa."
She considered that for a moment. At first glance, it was good to know he couldn't go off and leave her spinning her wheels. But look at how the back of my blouse got soaked that last time and how I nearly blacked out. Do I need to worry about drowning if ever give him a blowjob?
"No stain on your trousers, though," she noted.
"Always prepared, that's the Time Lord motto," he said smugly.
"I thought that was the Boy Scouts." She meant to sound scornful but at the moment she felt too blissed out to pull it off properly.
"Where'd you think they learned it?" he said dismissively. "Anyway, I put a super-absorbent paper towel down my pants before I came to get you."
She chuckled. "Seriously?"
"Well, the TARDIS was going to start charging me an extra laundry fee if I kept ruining my clothes."
She laughed, stroking his hair, and he squeezed her knees with his elbows. "You know," she said softly, "I had no idea how that whole hormone thing felt. So the next time it happens to you..."
He craned his neck. "Yeah?"
"Next time," she said sincerely, "I promise you'll get prompt service with a smile."
"Best news I've heard all day," he said with a grin before tipping them both off the bench and into the soft grass.
Chapter 4
Author:
ageless_aislynnFandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten/Donna
Summary: Donna has managed to save both herself and her memories but in doing so, has she bitten off more than she...and the Doctor...can chew? An alternate end to "Journey's End."
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2,925
Spoilers: Up to 4x13 "Journey's End"
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
Beta: The fantabulous
mistojen ♥! *mwah!* ♥!A/N: So sorry for the delay between chapters! Life just got crazy/hectic this past week. :( ♥!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
"Then he comes bursting in on me while I'm in the shower, can you believe it?" Donna said. "And he's all, 'I've got it! I've got it!' So what else could I do but give it to him? My loofah, that is!"
She mimed a whack with a big sponge and the hallway lights twinkled, a faint wisp of whale song drifting down.
"Donna? Who are you talking to?" the Doctor asked, coming around the corner.
"The TARDIS, of course," she said, patting the wall. "I feel terrible that I've been ignoring her all this time. I just wish I could understand her."
"Give it time," he said, smiling. "She must've liked your story; I think she walked you in a circle three times. I was beginning to wonder if you'd fallen in a hole."
"So what's this breakthrough you've had?" she asked. "You know, the one that couldn't wait until I was out of the shower?"
He automatically rubbed the bridge of his nose, but even the memory of getting a face full of soapy loofah didn't detour his good humor. "C'mon, I'll show you!"
As he loped down the hallway, she noticed he was barefoot. What in the world is he up to?
He bounded through the next doorway and spun about with his arms extended. "You haven't seen the gardens, have you? Aren't they brilliant?"
Dark gray-green grass, as thick and lush as expensive carpet, extended in all directions, broken only by a narrow, gray stone bench. In the distance was a tall line of trees with an expanse of bright, multi-colored flowers dotting the landscape in between. The air was lightly perfumed and the ersatz sky overhead was a bright powder gray uniformly lit by an unseen silver sun.
"It's lovely," she said. "But what does it have to do with anything?"
"I was setting the coordinates for Velska in the year 40-slash-44-slash-902-ampersand-1; an incredible era, everything's run by a complicated system of levers and pulleys. You can turn a crank the size of your thumb--" he waggled a digit in demonstration "--and move a mountain. Imagine that, moving a mountain with your thumb! 'Course there's really not much call for moving mountains, despite all of the sayings. 'Love can move mountains,' 'climb every mountain' -- well, that one not so much--"
"Doctor!"
"Levers, Donna," he said like it was the most fantastic concept imaginable. He undid his tie and tossed it in the direction of the stone bench, then started working on the buttons of his dark blue jacket. "Leverage and balance can give a smaller object the ability to overcome a larger one."
"Leverage and balance," she repeated, watching as he took off his jacket and sent it sailing in the direction of his tie. "Is there a reason why you're stripping down?"
"I'm bigger and stronger than you," he continued on like she hadn't spoken, unbuttoning the cuffs of his white shirt and rolling up his sleeves. "You couldn't so much as even stagger me--"
She tackled him.
"You were saying?" she asked, after she'd planted him square on his back in the grass. "Bigger and stronger, my foot!"
She had a split-second to note the gleam in his eyes before he rolled them over and grinned down at her. She put her palms flat to his chest and shoved, expecting to lift a skinny thing like him easily.
"Told you," he said after letting her struggle fruitlessly for a few seconds. "You need something to tip me off balance or something to give you leverage before you... Blimey, you're beautiful."
And then he was kissing her.
She intended to twist away because Hello? Head will explode! but instead she found she was carding her fingers through his wild, impossibly irresistible hair.
He stroked her breast in the most amazing way, making her bow her back and gasp into his mouth. Then he caressed his way down to the hem of her blouse, sliding his hand smoothly under it before retracing his path. She shivered at the delicious sensation.
His tongue swept against hers in a distinct pattern, as if he were writing something there in his native language, a symbol she wanted to understand but which eluded her grasp. In a heated rush, she needed more. More of his skin, which left her scrabbling blindly, pulling the back of his shirt partly free from his trousers. More of him crowding into her head, which was strange because her head already felt too full, too hot...
He suddenly straightened with a strangled noise then flopped over onto his back, twitching like he'd just grabbed hold of a live wire.
"Doctor? Doctor!" she said in alarm, scrambling to him. Her hands hovered, not sure whether touching would make things better or worse.
He abruptly sat up. "Just a little post-hypnotic suggestion," he said, clicking his tongue and winking at her. "Lets me know when I cross the line."
"What, like one of those dog collars? Fido steps through the invisible fence and gets a zap?"
"Rather like that, yeah," he said with the mad grin that meant he thought he'd done something incredibly clever.
She socked his arm.
"Ow! What was that for?" He cradled the offended body part, looking supremely wounded.
"You scared me to death," she said, shaking a finger at him as she sat back. "I thought you were about to regenerate into an electric eel!"
"Oh, sorry." A naughty gleam appeared in his warm brown eyes and his voice dropped seductively. "Let me make it up to you."
He reached for her but, at the last second, she jerked backwards, waggling a hand back and forth between them. "Um, flopping like a fish? Head exploding? How about we find some neutral corners and you give me a call on the Bat-phone, hm? I believe we left off at the letter R. Should we finish from there or just go crazy and start the alphabet over again?"
"R, as in 'reciprocate,'" he said, giving a hard pop to all of the consonants in the word. "S, as in 'seduction.' T, as in 'temptation.' U, as in 'you.'"
A flush of arousal rippled through her and she squirmed slightly. Oh, I'm not going to get hot every time I hear the alphabet, am I?
"The word 'you' doesn't start with the letter U, silly git," she said, struggling not to sound like she was suddenly visualizing ripping his shirt off and licking him like an ice cream cone.
"...open more," he concluded in a knowing tone.
"Wh-what?" she asked, realizing she'd missed most of his sentence. She shook her head, trying to halt the increasingly pornographic show unfolding in her imagination.
"We've stretched the mating bond open a bit more," he said with an indulgent expression. "Now it's able to flow in both directions."
"That's why I'm feeling this way?" she asked, tugging restlessly at her blouse. The need to feel his skin against hers pulsed and ached through her entire body, pushing out all other thoughts.
"What way is that?" he asked, though his heated expression and husky tone made it clear he already knew the answer and just wanted to hear her say it.
"Like I'm going to come apart if I don't throw you down in the next 5 seconds and shag you senseless." She didn't realize she was crawling towards him again until he leapt to his feet.
He hurried over to his discarded jacket, fishing his sonic screwdriver from one of the pockets and adjusting the settings. Then, to Donna's utter shock, he pointed it at his groin and activated it.
"What are you doing?" she exclaimed in horror. "I had a use for that, you know!"
"Believe me, I intend for you to make thorough use of it as soon as it's safe," he said, tossing the screwdriver haphazardly at his jacket on the ground again. "I fused my zip shut. Should buy us some wiggle room."
"Wiggling's good," she purred then slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. "Oi, I sound like you, all horny and desperate!"
"Thanks so much," he said drolly, helping her to her feet. Then he crossed to the stone bench, putting his hands behind his back as he straddled the end and looked at her expectantly.
"You want me to cuff you?" she asked more eagerly than she intended.
"Maybe later," he said, saucily waggling his eyebrows. He patted the bench behind himself, then rested the back of his hands against the seat, crooking his fingers suggestively.
Realization dawned in stages. "Oh, you naughty boy, you! Are you serious?"
He grinned. "You did me with your hands behind your back, after all. Least I could do is return the favor."
"Well, you're not getting in my pants," she said solemnly and his grin faded.
"Oh," he said, glancing away. "If you don't want to, of course, I'd never--"
"You're not getting in my pants at that angle," she said, giving him her own version of a maniac grin while toeing off her shoes. "So I'll just have to take them off!"
In quick order, her trousers went flying into the pile with his jacket and tie. She stalked towards him barefoot in just her blouse and white cotton knickers and he swallowed visibly.
She straddled the bench behind him and he moved his hands out of the way so she could scoot up until her breasts were pressed against his back. He made an appreciative noise as his hand blindly trailed down her body while the other gently kneaded her thigh.
"I'm starting to rethink this whole 'behind my back' aspect," he said. "I'm thinking that 'in front of my front' might also hold some appeal and--"
They both gasped his hand slid between her legs. She was so beyond ready that just that first simple contact made sweat break out across her forehead and in the deep valley of her cleavage. She rose up -- most of their height difference was negated by virtue of their position -- and reached around to unbutton his collar. Then tardily, she asked, "Can I undo you a bit?"
"You can undo me a lot," he said, pressing a loud, smacking kiss to her cheek as she bent over him.
"Nutter," she said fondly, going down the row of buttons on his shirt. The angle gave her an excellent view of the bulge disrupting the line of his trousers and, as she drew her nails lightly up through the soft-crisp hair on his chest revealed by her progress, the bulge twitched restlessly. She smiled.
She had trouble pulling the tails free of his trousers so to reach the lower buttons. He twisted and contorted, trying to give her easier access.
Then he fell off the bench.
For a moment, they just looked at each other in surprise. "Well," he said, "gravity's still working. Good to know."
"Oh, come here," she said, mock-exasperated and pulled him back to his feet. While he was facing her, she undid the rest of his shirt buttons then took advantage and gave in to an earlier impulse.
"Donna!" he gasped as she ran her tongue in a quick, wet line along his stomach.
"You have a belly button," she observed. "Wasn't sure if you would."
"So what exactly were you looking at on the other me, hm, if you didn't notice he had a...?" He seemed to lose track of his sentence as she hooked her fingers in his waistband and pulled him closer, circling his navel with her tongue. "I thought I was supposed to be the one with the licking fetish."
"Think I might've inherited it a bit when I got metacrisised," she said.
"'Metacrisised' isn't a word, you know-OH!"
His eyes briefly rolled back and she realized that at some point her hands had drifted down to stroke him through the blue pinstripes. Hm, I wonder just how fused this zip is? she was musing when he suddenly stepped back.
"No, this is you doing me again," he said breathlessly. "And it's my turn."
He swung back onto the bench, facing away as before. She started to protest that it clearly wasn't going to work like this, but as he slid back and ran his hand down along the inside of her knickers this time, the only sound she could make was a squeak.
She put her hands on his shoulders, feeling the play of muscles under his shirt as his cool fingers gently stroked her. For a skinny bloke, he was surprisingly solid.
"You know," he said contemplatively. "It's rather kinky to feel you without seeing you."
She chuckled since that had been her exact thought when the tables had been turned. As good as his hands felt, the one still softly questing about her oh-so-willing-and-ready womanhood and the other lightly drawing patterns on the outside of her left knee, it wasn't quite enough. She shifted, taking care to not move where he couldn't reach her, and draped over his shoulders, letting her hands explore his chest.
He hummed happily, rubbing his cheek against hers.
"Think you can...mmm...keep your balance this time?" she teased, rocking her hips in counterpoint as one finger slipped inside her. At the encouraging noise she made, a second soon followed.
"Tsk, I can balance on my... Oh, balance and leverage!" he exclaimed. "That's the key, Donna! If you push at exactly the right mental spot as the bond expands, you can knock the Time Lord energy -- that is, the energy that's my mind -- back as it tries to surge forward. I can control it after the bond is established, easy as pie. Though, technically, pie's really not easy. Have you ever tried to make a pie? It takes a very careful attention to detail and--"
She started sucking on his earlobe and his chatter spluttered to a halt. She filed that tidbit of information away for later use.
"I can't control the push of my mind into yours at that moment of release," he continued after drawing in a deep breath, "but you can. All you have to do is be perfectly balanced and apply the necessarily leverage and you'll survive that initial rush and be out of danger! I know you can do it. You're strong and clever and you've got me to help you and we'll practice and figure out the proper... proper... Oh my, that's an interesting sensation. It's like... I don't know how to describe it... What would you say it's like to you?"
"Harder, faster," she groaned.
"I don't know that that quite captures what I'm trying to--"
"Doctor!" she barked. "Harder, faster, now!"
"Ah, of course! Happy to oblige! That's... Ohhhh. It burns but in a good way, a really, really good way. Like pressure and tightness and it's... building and I... I just want... I want... I want more and more and... "
Under other circumstances, the pre-orgasm running commentary would've probably earned him a smack. At the moment though, she was lost, grinding and rubbing against him, and then he found just the right spot and...
She shouted a nonsense mish-mash of half-words then slumped against him, riding out the aftershocks. As she settled slowly down to the bench, he pulled his hand free and draped his arms over her knees, slouching and sagging back until he could rest his head against the front of her shoulder.
"You all right?" she asked breathlessly.
"Slightly deaf in one ear," he said, "but otherwise very, very content."
She petted his abused ear then let her arms fall across his chest again, holding him to her. Then, looking down the line of his body, she arched an eyebrow. "We came together?"
"Oh yes," he said. "Orgasmic energy is powerful. Even with an immature bond, it blasts through like the shockwave from a nuclear blast if we're in physical contact."
"So, every time it'll be simultaneous?"
"Once it's mature, we can learn to control it if we want. But for now, yes, it's a packaged deal. You go, I go, and vice versa."
She considered that for a moment. At first glance, it was good to know he couldn't go off and leave her spinning her wheels. But look at how the back of my blouse got soaked that last time and how I nearly blacked out. Do I need to worry about drowning if ever give him a blowjob?
"No stain on your trousers, though," she noted.
"Always prepared, that's the Time Lord motto," he said smugly.
"I thought that was the Boy Scouts." She meant to sound scornful but at the moment she felt too blissed out to pull it off properly.
"Where'd you think they learned it?" he said dismissively. "Anyway, I put a super-absorbent paper towel down my pants before I came to get you."
She chuckled. "Seriously?"
"Well, the TARDIS was going to start charging me an extra laundry fee if I kept ruining my clothes."
She laughed, stroking his hair, and he squeezed her knees with his elbows. "You know," she said softly, "I had no idea how that whole hormone thing felt. So the next time it happens to you..."
He craned his neck. "Yeah?"
"Next time," she said sincerely, "I promise you'll get prompt service with a smile."
"Best news I've heard all day," he said with a grin before tipping them both off the bench and into the soft grass.
Chapter 4
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Date: 2008-08-31 11:53 pm (UTC)Can't wait for the next chapter.
Also loved the 'Blimey, you're beautiful', line, so matter of fact, so Doctor, and so cute.
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Date: 2008-09-01 07:26 am (UTC)Heeee, I love that icon! ;) Thanks again so much! ♥!
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Date: 2008-08-31 11:59 pm (UTC)I think that I'm going to blame you if I get a fetish for the alphabet! *g* I like Ten's version of the abc's quite a bit. Why am I not surprised that Ten keeps up a running commentary during sex?
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Date: 2008-09-01 07:29 am (UTC)Thanks again! ♥!
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Date: 2008-09-01 01:18 am (UTC)I'm really looking forward to the next part! :D
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Date: 2008-09-01 07:59 am (UTC)Thank you so much, hon! I'm so very glad you enjoyed this! I could just imagine Donna saying that line about the dog collars, with her just giving him this look. o_O ;)
Thanks again! *hugs!* ♥!
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Date: 2008-09-01 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-09-01 06:11 am (UTC)You have written them so IC, with just a twist of AU, that I can hear the doctordonna's voice thru it all.
thanks so much and please MOAR!!! XD
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Date: 2008-09-01 08:03 am (UTC)*happy dances* Oh, that's just the best thing to hear! Thank you so very much! I'm so glad you're enjoying it. Chapter 4 should be along in just a few days. :D *hides from RL so it can't interrupt again* ;) Thanks again! ♥!
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Date: 2008-09-01 07:46 am (UTC)I love this so much! Each chapter just gets hotter :)
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Date: 2008-09-01 08:18 am (UTC)I haven't even read it yet...hurray for updates!
Date: 2008-09-01 08:12 am (UTC)Re: I haven't even read it yet...hurray for updates!
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Date: 2008-09-02 12:37 am (UTC)And might I also say grrrowl for your John Winchester icon! ;)
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Date: 2008-09-01 09:40 am (UTC)More pls!
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Date: 2008-09-01 05:35 pm (UTC)Don't you ever doubt your gift, lady, or I'll have to track you down (your power of invisibility aside) and fuss at you face-to-face. ;)
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Date: 2008-09-02 05:32 am (UTC)I have to admit, I *lolz* when I wrote the zip fusing scene, mainly because I could just see Donna's @_@ "Darn it, I can't believe you broke it before I even got to try it!" expression... :P Hee!
Thank you so much! I'm so very glad you're enjoying this! *hugs* ♥!
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Date: 2008-09-02 09:43 pm (UTC)I'm so very glad you've been enjoying this one! Chapter 4 is in progress right now (and the bunnies are happily typing away after all of this ♥! ;) ). Thanks so, so much, sweetie! *big, big hugs!* ♥♥♥!!!
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Date: 2008-09-03 03:51 am (UTC)Woot! There's more!
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Date: 2008-09-05 04:42 am (UTC)This chapter is full of teh funny...I love teh funny. :D Not sure if I giggled more at Donna saying he was all horny and desperate, or at the image of the Doctor putting a super absorbent paper towel down his pants. Hilarious! Looking forward to chapter 4. :)
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Date: 2008-09-05 06:51 am (UTC)You know, the super-absorbent paper towel was a very last minute addition because it suddenly occurred to me that the Doctor was going to have to be doing any awful lot of clothes changing and laundry since he has to *ahem* keep zipped up through all of this. So surely, clever Time Lord that he is, he'd have some solution to that! ;)
Thanks so very much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! :D ♥♥♥!!!
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Date: 2008-09-05 11:22 pm (UTC)Please say the handcuff line is a promise and not just throw away.
*looks innocent* ;) Well, I don't want you waiting for something that's not going to be there so I'll go ahead and say it's a bit of a throwaway for this fic, since chapters 4 - 6 are pretty packed with *ahem* other stuff, so there's not much room left. :( But I am thinking about ways to incorporate in a bunch of things that I've had to cut for time/space/plot purposes, so who knows? That scene may make it into the "outtakes" one day, lol! ;)
Thanks again so much! :D Ch4 is very nearly done, so I hope to have it up before too much longer! ♥!
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Date: 2008-09-06 10:50 am (UTC)Favourite bits:
- Donna talking to the TARDIS
- The bond being two-way (are they ever going to be able to leave the TARDIS again?)
- The Doctor's "post-hypnotic suggestion" (good thinking, and really funny)
- "Oh, I'm not going to get hot every time I hear the alphabet, am I?" (You have ruined me for life)
- "What are you doing?" she exclaimed in horror. "I had a use for that, you know!" (LOLOLOL!)
- The Doctor fusing his zipper shut (although I have to wonder how much that would've really helped. Donna seemed very... goal-oriented.)
- "...struggling not to sound like she was suddenly visualizing ripping his shirt off and licking him like an ice cream cone." (nice mental image!)
- The Doctor rambling on during times when he should really shut up (*giggle*)
It's very amusing how in the first chapter they were all "oh noes, we need to find a way out of this", and now everything is about trying to find a way in which they can complete the bond. Ah, hormones, I fully approve of what you're doing to the Doctor and Donna! :D
The Doctor figuring out a way to get around the whole exploding brain bit is great, although I have to say it sounds really kind of risky!
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Date: 2008-09-07 02:39 am (UTC)(are they ever going to be able to leave the TARDIS again?)
Heeee, I have to admit, the prospect is looking a little unlikely right now... :P ;) And I think I've definitely ruined the alphabet for a lot of us... O_O ;) Donna was definitely feeling goal-orientated, that's for sure! What a great way to phrase it! :D ;)
Thanks so very much! I really appreciate you reading and commenting! :D ♥!
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Date: 2008-09-07 02:41 am (UTC)Re: Love
Date: 2008-09-07 07:27 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for reading and commenting! :D ♥!